I joke with my students that they should start submitting their work for publication from the first day of their first year at uni. Lots of them ask me why and I explain that, unlike our peers in education, or medicine, or law, we don’t need a piece of paper to be able to start working in the field they’ve chosen to pursue. “But,” I always say, “you also need to submit because you’ve signed up for a life of rejection and the sooner you start racking up the rejection letters/emails, the sooner you can start understanding what it’s like to be a real, working writer.”
I’ve been thinking so much in the last six months about what I want to do with this blog and when I’ll have time to do it. There were plans: I was going to spend an afternoon putting on all my pretty outfits and taking photos ready for writing into blog posts later, but then I stopped shopping so much and started saving for a house.
Hi, friends. It’s been a while.I’ve been here, drafting posts and not releasing them, trying to do challenge months on Instagram and giving up at day 20, baking the cutest sprinkle biscuits you ever saw and forgetting to take photos before I fed them to my students. I’ve fallen into a sort of apathy, which is partly because I’ve retired from 90% of my hobbies for a while, but it’s also because I am waiting for so many big life things to fall into place.
In 2017, Malakeh and I started talking about producing a show. We wanted something for the people who were having trouble getting booked for the more mainstream shows — the stuff that’s just that little bit too dark, or too freaky, or pushed things just a bit too far.